MALLORY EAGLEWOOD
Author Novelist Poet Playwright Artist Educator Adventurer
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Here I share my art, my stories and my life.
New Novel
THROWAWAY PEOPLE
Throwaway People immerses readers in a fictional world that captivates those with an interest in Truth and Reconciliation, mysteries, and literary fiction. This poignant, sometimes raw, tale explores Birdie’s pursuit of self-discovery against the backdrop of the historical abuses suffered by Indigenous Peoples in Canada and its resulting intergenerational trauma. Inspired by the author’s own experiences, shaped by her Assiniboine grandmother’s resilience as a Residential School Survivor, the narrative delves into the profound impact of cultural silence and shame.
Birdie’s world is forever changed when she discovers the lifeless body of a fisherman on a Scottish beach. This tragic event brings back haunting memories of her older brother’s bewildering disappearance from their family when she was just eleven years old. Birdie was told to forget him, and eventually she did—until that day on the beach when she knew that she must find her brother Gerald. Birdie’s journey takes her from the Scottish Highlands, where she found love and family, to her British Columbia hometown, where she seeks the truth about her brother and her roots. Her exploration of a painful past leads her into the path of an old murder, a wrongful conviction, and the real murderer determined to ensure her silence. As Birdie confronts her fears and grapples with her mixed identity, she uncovers answers—not only about her brother, but about family, reconciliation, and love.
The truths, revealed here about the Aboriginal condition, past and present, need to be a part of our historical narrative if we are to become more compassionate human beings. And every Canadian must undergo healing. As Gramma would say, when one part of the circle is ill, then the whole circle is ill.
Sketches from THROWAWAY PEOPLE |
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Arctic Arcadia
We raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra,
The moon kindling lighting our way
Cassiopeia hard pressed to keep up
Or blinded by the sun on a summer’s day.
The Thelon River’s Arctic Char,
In chilled flowing waters
We hunted together in spring.
We watched Cariboo migrating
And muskox and sometimes owls
So close on our long distant journeys.
In Spring’s Purple Saxifrage, or caves
Deep under Rock cliffs, my beloved and I,
Lay down together, in our joy.
Long before Inuit, long before the Dorset,
long before spears and guns and boats,
Together we traced the valleys and hills.
With our throats held high, we thanked the moon
When full splendored and silvered,
We sang of our love with a melody so sweet.
Generations we birthed, each nurtured
With care, who gave our love immortality,
In the land of the midnight sun.
We lived our lives together ‘til our time ran out.
First my man left me alone in the snow,
I cried to the moon, the melody no longer sweet.
And not able to breathe without my beloved,
He returned to me so gentle in the dead of the night,
Put feathers in my hair and led me up to the stars.
If you look between the green dancing lights,
You can see us still together on a winter’s night,
Looking down on the land,
Where we once raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra.
We raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra,
The moon kindling lighting our way
Cassiopeia hard pressed to keep up
Or blinded by the sun on a summer’s day.
The Thelon River’s Arctic Char,
In chilled flowing waters
We hunted together in spring.
We watched Cariboo migrating
And muskox and sometimes owls
So close on our long distant journeys.
In Spring’s Purple Saxifrage, or caves
Deep under Rock cliffs, my beloved and I,
Lay down together, in our joy.
Long before Inuit, long before the Dorset,
long before spears and guns and boats,
Together we traced the valleys and hills.
With our throats held high, we thanked the moon
When full splendored and silvered,
We sang of our love with a melody so sweet.
Generations we birthed, each nurtured
With care, who gave our love immortality,
In the land of the midnight sun.
We lived our lives together ‘til our time ran out.
First my man left me alone in the snow,
I cried to the moon, the melody no longer sweet.
And not able to breathe without my beloved,
He returned to me so gentle in the dead of the night,
Put feathers in my hair and led me up to the stars.
If you look between the green dancing lights,
You can see us still together on a winter’s night,
Looking down on the land,
Where we once raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra.
Praise for Mallory
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~“Superbe !! merci Mallory pour ton talent incroyable”
~“Beautiful””J'adore celui là, si expressif, merci Mallory” ~“Ce texte est magnifique, merci de ce cadeau, le dessin est vraiment superbe!” ~“Absolutely stunning ... thank you” ~“Beautifully written. Great imagery and gorgeous drawing of wolves.” ~“Mallory est une femme exceptionnelle, l'auteur est à la hauteur de cette femme.” (Mallory is an exceptional woman, the author is up to this woman.) ~“I greatly recommend Hummingbirds by Mallory Eaglewood because it speaks to my emotions and my way of feeling the world. In Homeward Bound, I too ask myself “How long is the journey I’ve plotted/How many summits are there to reach/Before I say I’ve succeeded, it’s enough.” After I read “If peace was attainable with bullets and bombs/wouldn’t we all be in paradise by now?” in Stifling, I wondered how come we have not yet understood this when I look at the world in chaos. In Je Voudrais que Vous Vous Recontriez, après des anneés de “soul-searching” Je me suis enfin-trouvèe. There is such a universality of feeling within the pages, that I am sure everyone who reads it can find meaning and enjoyment.” |
~“SENZUALITATE”
~“Meraviglioso 😍😍” ~“Dear Mallory, Just got your book and thoroughly enjoyed it. I have written a review that I hope you will like. regards, Marie” ~“Congratulations to a great writer who works so hard ...who has great talents....multiple talents” ~“sublime” ~“Every line you wrote, stops my breathing for a few moments...I read every thing twice...what a learning! I need to re-read it...wanting to know about the book's title and the author...so fascinating. I did not know about all those people you are talking about...except for Cousineau.... Keep sharing and keep well...” ~“GO AHEAD LAUGH YOURSELF TO SLEEP AND EXPLORE PROFOUND INSIGHTS WITH The Good Life” ~Hi Mallory. Just finished reading THE GOOD LIFE, your book about sailing in the South Pacific in the good ship Mah-lish. What an adventure your parents embarked on in their retirement. I laughed out loud and saw myself and my husband of 56 years in many of the situations they found themselves in. Thanks for reminding us all that it is the little things that matter and life will go on no matter what. Keep on writing |
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